Lilacs

A friend asked me to write a poem about a purple flower...here's the result(:

The Purple lilac petals swoon amongst the breeze,
If only time could stop, if simply it could freeze,
Preserve the sweetness in the air; let it linger in the sky,
For I see those petals go, and I’m not ready to say good Bye.

Yet the petals drop, land upon a lake, and slowly start to sink,
As I watch I ponder and slowly start to think.
I bend over and cup the petals, wet and withered, to save them from dying,
Until I realize that it’s too late, it was silly for even trying.

For they have long been gone, I simply did not know
I thought as I watched some petals fly , only this time let them go.
I saw the purple petals place upon a lake, it was then that I found;
It’s easier to preserve their beauty by merely allowing them to drown.

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Jamie-Lynn]

Absolutely lovely, as always, Kricket. I love your writing.

[Eternal.Dreamer]

There is no correct and incorrect way of portraying messages, feelings in poetry, there is just one way, the poets way, and I have to say that I like your way :)
I can imagine the purple petals in my head, great poem.

[Desert Dreamer]

Better to observe the beauty of the falling petals, death is inevitable.